Jayden had found our business site on the net and then sent this email hoping one of them would be my address. I replied.“Is this who I think it is?...Don.”I provided her with my home email address then forwarded her message to myself at home and then deleted it from the company data records. Then all hell broke loose and we had a crisis to resolve. By the time we were done it was seven in the evening. Everyone who was on the crisis team, bid each other good night and disappeared for home. Before. “Nothing at all why?” she asked.“I had a wild hair up my ass and cooked way more food than I can eat alone. Why don’t you pick your favorite person, and come to dinner.” I suggested.“What the fuck has gotten into you? You never cook, you have never invited me to dinner, and you never invited me to the farm,” she stated it as a fact not a question. The thing that is even more strange is you invited me to bring a guest. You never do that either.”“Okay, if you aren’t interested, you could have. Sterling stood to greet me. "Come in," he said, stepping around his desk. "Can I get you a drink? Wine?" "No thank you." He leveled a look at me. "It's Friday at four. I'm having Bourbon and I hate to drink alone." There was expectation and command in his voice; I had a physical, sexual reaction to it. "All right. Wine?" "Red or white?" "White, please." He lifted his phone and was on it for less than twenty seconds. Then, he folded his hands and looked at me. "You have information for. ” I informed him. “Now that has possibilities written all over it.” John said chuckling. I went outside and put the food on the grill and stood there in the sunshine bathing myself in the rays. It was a minute or so when the backdoor opened. John came walking out in all his naked glory and that beautiful long cock swaying back and forth. “I thought you could use some company as well as a drink,” he said handing me a drink. “Thanks. I could use a drink.” I replied still facing the grill.